Know What To Know Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

You know well that you do not know
how deep you left me in sorrow,
how excruciating I had to grieve
when you left with not a leave.

You know well that you do not know
the words you told me were hollow
they were full of hypocrisy,
of love they were but travesty.

You must know well then how to know
they way that love and life must grow,
they both can never hope to live
when truth in them you fail to give.